Dark Riots from Angband

From his high and darkest throne
 He broods his own revenge alone
 Fires, smokes and creepy lands
 Orcs arise from his hands
 Master! Master
 Ready to serve your dark purpose
 Our victory is so close
 Thunder rumbles, the fires burn
 Beneath your fortress you create
 The striking force of our hate
 The elves and men cannot resist
 Our mighty steel 'cause you exist
 Dark Lord! Dark Lord
 Ready to fight and die at your side
 Against the Valar and the Light
 Fire, fumes, blackened sky
 He chanted a song of wizardry
 He yelled curses of treachery
 From Angband
 Dark riots rouse the soul
 The whole earth will fall
 For the glory of us all
 From Angband
 Black fumes will blind your eyes!
 Beyond the western world, on sand
 On sand of pearls in Elvenland
 The clouds gathered, the darkness rise
 In Valinor, the Valar cries
 The wolf howls. The ravens flee
 The ice mutters in the mouths of sea
 In despair the captives in Angband mourn
 Thunder rumbles, the fires burn